A mother's tears may bless the path;
her prayers
a lantern held
high in each child's skies.
But someone else leads us
and guides us on your way;
a living grace from within
that brings us through each day.
It leads us down the many roads
till we learn we are never alone;
till the power of faith lights inside us
and we can find our own way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem